I recognise these trainers.  Glad will never have to look at them again.

 My solicitor unbelievably efficient, received papers through post this morning.  Horrible to write your childrens names and dates of birth on such things.  Feel a bit numb but want to get it done.  Once I give them in I am saying goodbye to my husband (good riddance) but also my children as I know he will poison them against me as he poisoned our marriage.  Any love I had for him has gone and I just want rid but the thought of being 3000 miles away from my children cripples me.  How the hell am I going to keep them

Anyone remember that advert? It's been playing over and over in my head. My ex left on Monday, and I started straight in on sorting the house out to 1) Hide the gaps that he had left - furniture, books etc 2) make the place look different as my daughter feels that she wont want to live her as it will remind her of us all being together, so I said I would change things as much as I am able to make her more comfortable, and 3), last, but certianly not least, to make the place mine. So everything is being moved, and if it not moved, it is thoroughly cleaned. It is amazingly cathartic.  When I am

Wasn't meant to be

like this

to end

certainly not

like this

even now 

I catch myself 

unawares

startled

reeling

off kilter

We don't talk no more

only via solicitors

your client my client

blah blah blah

lining their pockets

while within my soul withers

I am mourning 

but you didn't die

nevertheless I lost you 

left me

in no doubt

in a million pieces

And I have to be 

the bigger person

smile graciously

accept

give you my blessing

to love another

that is how I know

it is I who love you

for I set you free

without me

So outside I laugh

Put on the mask of bravery

I am called an 'inspiration'

But inside I am dying

Filled with